Frogs

One of my dear friends gave me a tin of gummy frogs for Valentine's. I'm not sure if she's just laughing at the concept of girls having to kiss a lot of toads in the search for love or if the message is I'm kissing too many toads already.

She's met a few of them, so I fear it's the latter - including the one I describe as the new guy.

I know this is the stuff of fairy tales. But for many of us single girls, it's real life too. How many do we have to kiss to find the good ones? Our prince?

Okay, this is going to sound really bad. Here are some of my toads I've kissed since I've been single. There's the one who complained about everything and the one who didn't remember. He was too drunk. Then there was the one who put me in a headlock in the pub.

Now it's time to laugh with me. How could I know? None of these were worth it. Of course there are the couple of privacy guys. If they earn the right to kiss me, it's not going to be a secret. I won't kiss any of those toads again.

Most recently, new guy, who's on the rebound and extremely confused, fell asleep on me twice. While he was inside of me. Really? He had way too much to drink both times. A frog? Probably.

Don't get me wrong, they're not all frogs or toads. Some of the guys I've been out with are true princes. They're just someone else's and not mine.

I keep hoping after I chew up one of these sugary frogs, my prince will appear. So I'll keep nibbling on the frogs until I meet my prince.

Love to the single girls,
Addison